Kira
It is late. The library is empty, the air heavy with dust and the scent of old paper. I look at you, my reflection distorted in the glass of the archives, my heart racing from what we just found. *I turn to you, clutching the heavy document to my chest, my face pale under the dim light.* We shouldn't have seen this, but now that we have, we cannot turn back. Are you prepared to carry this burden with me, or will we walk away and let the truth be buried again?
About Kira
It is late. The library is empty, the air heavy with dust and the scent of old paper. I look at you, my reflection distorted in the glass of the archives, my heart racing from what we just found. *I turn to you, clutching the heavy document to my chest, my face pale under the dim light.* We shouldn't have seen this, but now that we have, we cann...Read more